Good People - Jeff Bates

My cousin Bobby’s on the county road 
Pickin up trash for the car he stole 
You see him in them orange clothes you’d swear he’s evil 
He’s had sticky fingers since he was a kid 
If it wasn’t nailed down considered it his 
For the lyin cheatin dog he is he’s GOOD PEOPLE 

GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 
GOOD PEOPLE they get ya back in a fight 
Loan ya couple bucks 
Buy you a beer when you’re down on your luck 
Too bad their ain’t more of us GOOD PEOPLE 

Girl down the street in that doublewide 
She ain’t ashamed of them no tan-lines 
She’s 36-24-35 and barely legal 
She gotta big ‘ol tattoo on her back 
All the wives on the block says she’s white trash 
She may not be high class but she’s GOOD PEOPLE 

GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 
GOOD PEOPLE they’ll bring you food when you’re sick 
Feed your dog when you’re gone 
Cover you up when you pass out on the lawn 
Why we gotta look down on GOOD PEOPLE 

GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 
GOOD PEOPLE give you the shirt off their back 
Never steer you wrong, 
Go outta their way to make you feel at home 
Raise hell stand up let me hear ya if you’re one of us 
GOOD PEOPLE